"Jessica?"  Andy said as he buzzed upstairs to the apartment.  "Jessica.....................?"  he tried again, for what must have been the third or fourth time.  Meanwhile, upstairs Jessica was attempting to make her way to the door, but was having a difficult time dodging the dozens of boxes that were stacked everywhere in the apartment.

 

"Yes?"  she said, out of breath, when she finally reached the intercom after haing to dodge the sofa that was currently residing in the middle of the hallway.

 

"Well are you going to let me up or not?"  he laughed.

 

"Oh...right."  she replied as she hit the buzzer to let him in.  A few minutes later, Andy was standing in the hallway, deciding upon the best route to the kitchen, where Jessica was busily cooking what smelled like chicken.

 

"Hey!  Welcome home!"  She exclaimed as she set down the spatula she had been using to turn the food and kissed his cheek.

 

"Oh you can do better than that!"  Andy said as he picked her up and twirled her around and around.

 

"Ok...getting...dizzy."  she said through her laughter before he set her back on her feet.

 

"So what have we here?"  he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

 

"Chicken parmesan."  she giggled.  "I figured you'd be hungry when you got here."

 

"Right you were indeed."  he concurred as he grabbed a piece of Italian bread out of the basket that was sitting next to the stove.  "So the place is..."

 

"A mess...I know.  I've been too busy at work to do anything with the place.  I hired a decorator, she'll be here tomorrow."

 

"That's cool.  So you're working tomorrow then?"

 

"No actually I took tomorrow off so that we could spend some time together."  she answered as she scooped the chicken out of the pan and placed it on two seperate plates and brought them to the center of what would be the living room.

 

"Oh..."

 

"What?"

 

"Well, it's just that I have practice tomorrow.  My coach is stopping by here in the morning to come pick me up."

 

"Oh that's fine..."

 

"You sure?"

 

"Yea, don't worry about it."  she said taking a seat on the hardwood floor.

 

"You could come watch?"  he suggest as he took a seat across from her.

 

"That would be cool." she nodded in agreement.

 

"So is there anything actually functional in this apartment?"  he asked as Jessica got up to retrieve a bottle of wine from the fridge.

 

"Well...not really.  Just the TV in my room is hooked up."

 

"Why don't we go see if we can find a movie on."  he said as he got up and placed his already empty plate next to the sink..

 

"No bed yet of course...just the air mattress."

 

"Ahh of course...the trusty air mattress."  he laughed as he followed her down the hall.  Andy immediately layed down on the air mattress, claiming it as his own.

 

"And just what do you think you're doing?"  she questioned, her hand on her hip.

 

"Claiming my territory."  he said as he pulled her down on top of him by her belt loop.  He instinctively placed his hands around her waistline as soon as she had settled in next to him.  "So how's work been?"

 

"So busy."  she said, nearly asleep.

 

"So have you ever played tennis before?"

 

"Um...no.  I know absolutely NOTHING about tennis."  she replied groggily.

 

"Nothing?"

 

"Nothing" she whispered quietly.

 

"Like, not even how its scored?"  he asked in total disbelief.  "Jess?"  he asked when she didn't respond.  After a few more seconds he rolled onto his side and noticed she was snoring ever so softly.  "Poor thing."  he muttered.  Not able to find a blanket, he took off his sweater and layed it over her so that she wouldn't be cold before he layed down again. He watched her sleep for a while before exhaustion finally took over his body.